At Least
A double drabble
by Kaye
The chill rose from his core. She's gone. For a moment, at the end – he had the notion to follow her. Service revolver. Symbolic. Heroic.
Romeo and Juliet time. "At least she didn't suffer." The preacher drones; the mother sobs. Hutch's arm around him – his only
connection. To himself. Not to her. "At least you caught the guy." He leans into the warmth, absorbs the comfort. Hutch wraps tighter.
Takes some pain. He knows Hutch would open a vein if it would help. He whispers the guilty mantra that finally warms his core, eases his
pain.
At least it wasn't Hutch.